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paradisalogs2013-03-23 11:05 pm
thatrabbitsdynamite) wrote in paradisalogs2013-03-23 11:05 pm
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Eight Days Until Easter
Who: Bunnymund and YOU
What: Googie training
When: Today
Where: In the gardens
Rating: Its the goddamn Easter Bunny, it's as child friendly as you can possibly get.
With the vast majority of his eggs painted, Bunnymund has taken a break to cover another important part of Easter preparation. He's stood on a rock, a small group of about twenty googies waiting expectantly, their newly painted shells glimmering in the winter sunlight.
"Okay, troops!" Bunny calls to them. "We've got eight days left, and a lot of work left to do. So let me see how good you're getting at this."
He pulls out a stopwatch, waving it in front of the little coloured eggs.
"I want the time shaved. Remember, we've not just got anklebiters here, we've got adults and no dream sand to keep them knocked out while we work. We've got to be fast, okay? Ready. Set. GO!"
And with that, the eggs scramble (ba dum bump) racing off to various places in the garden, hiding themselves away. All except one, which toddles itself into a snowdrift, its sad little spindly legs waving around in some distress. Bunny sighs, plucking the little egg up.
"I know, Squigs. The snow isn't helping any. We're just going to have to adapt if it's not gone before Easter."
[[OOC: As always only people who believe in the Easter Bunny can see him. The googies are completely visible to everyone, though]]
What: Googie training
When: Today
Where: In the gardens
Rating: Its the goddamn Easter Bunny, it's as child friendly as you can possibly get.
With the vast majority of his eggs painted, Bunnymund has taken a break to cover another important part of Easter preparation. He's stood on a rock, a small group of about twenty googies waiting expectantly, their newly painted shells glimmering in the winter sunlight.
"Okay, troops!" Bunny calls to them. "We've got eight days left, and a lot of work left to do. So let me see how good you're getting at this."
He pulls out a stopwatch, waving it in front of the little coloured eggs.
"I want the time shaved. Remember, we've not just got anklebiters here, we've got adults and no dream sand to keep them knocked out while we work. We've got to be fast, okay? Ready. Set. GO!"
And with that, the eggs scramble (ba dum bump) racing off to various places in the garden, hiding themselves away. All except one, which toddles itself into a snowdrift, its sad little spindly legs waving around in some distress. Bunny sighs, plucking the little egg up.
"I know, Squigs. The snow isn't helping any. We're just going to have to adapt if it's not gone before Easter."
[[OOC: As always only people who believe in the Easter Bunny can see him. The googies are completely visible to everyone, though]]
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"What the hell?"
He approaches one and stoops down to get a better look before reaching out to grab it.
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...Because it was obviously so stealthily hidden right now. Good job, egg.
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"Gotcha." He reaches out to catch it again...
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But hey, it smells pretty good, of the most delicious chocolate you could ever want.
"Good on you, mate," says Bunnymund. "You found Pinkie."
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Pocketing the egg, he bent down to look under the bush again, but found no trace of the walking egg.
"What the hell was that?" He wasn't talking to anyone in particular. He was, of course, the only one out there, right?
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Suddenly, so many eggs, Ed.
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"What kind of joke is this?!" There wasn't a string on that egg. Ed had checked! Besides, they all had legs!
"Fine. Try to get outta this." He clapped his hands together and pressed them to the ground, transmuting the ground under one of the eggs and trapping it in a little dome of earth. He's going to get to the bottom of this.
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The egg keeps walking into the side of the dome, before lending from its creators powers, making a tiny tunnel beneath it, reappearing from a tiny hole on the other side of the dome.
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He just wanted to know what made these things work, damnit!
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"Points for effort, mate," says Bunny, reaching over to pick up the runaway egg.
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"Now what?" He reached out to see if he could snatch it from...well...thin air.
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"Not until Easter."
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Having been taught by Izumi Curtis, Ed was in good shape, and he sprung up in the air to grab that damned egg.
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"Well, I figure you've earned it, tenacity like that," he says, and lets go of the egg. Enjoy that landing.
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"Damn egg." He picked it up and looked at closely. Once again, there were no signs of the little feet he saw it running with, and there was no sign that it would be an intelligent thing. It just laid there in his hand, brightly colored and rather nice to look at, but nothing beyond that.
Ed kept the egg in his firm grip this time before looking around for anything that may have somehow manipulated it, but there really wasn't anyone else there. Not that he could see anyway. Perhaps this was one of the "tricks" the castle had conjured up. If such was the case, then perhaps he could study the egg and find some clues behind how the castle worked. Before glancing around once more, he left the gardens, but not without feeling that someone or something was laughing at him for his antics.